Two Rivers Isle a painful truth.

He smiles, but the warmth of it does not penetrate far. This woman is appealing for her coat and her soft voice but he does not know if he can trust her with all the details, nor does he want to explain himself too deeply. It is hard enough to be under constant watch for this obscure target (with his mind filled with thoughts of his dead sister, no less) versus trying to explain why he was here, what he was feeling, or his family history with the region.

Her question sounds simple; to him it is the opposite. But he regards her with that hesitant smile and with a deep breath, launches in to a simplified version of an answer: I'm tracking someone down who wronged my family. I guess that makes me some kind of knight, or somethin'. A roll of his burly shoulders accompanies this. And what of you? The road is dangerous, more-so for fine women like yourself.